<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14927514</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:17:43.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home to procrastinators</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leewei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943212339841066547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/firedune/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14927514.post-114000686654430178</id><published>2006-02-15T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T04:38:00.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erm, Im back</title><content type='html'>After being bugged by a certain friend of mine, whom i shall not name to blog since november,i have decided to give her a break by doing this short 15 minute entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to your unrelenting questions, i have decided to dedicate this short note to you. Be assured that i will not contain any irrelevant information about you. However i beseech you to stop hounding me about my entries. No inspiration = No entries. So if you wish to continue reading my stagnant blog, please be sure to give me a topic to write about every alternate days and i will do my best to get back to you despite my ( uh hum) busy schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerly,&lt;br /&gt;Lee Wei&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14927514-114000686654430178?l=justforthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114000686654430178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14927514&amp;postID=114000686654430178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/114000686654430178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/114000686654430178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/2006/02/erm-im-back.html' title='Erm, Im back'/><author><name>Leewei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943212339841066547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/firedune/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14927514.post-113331567483888931</id><published>2005-11-29T17:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T17:54:34.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Narrators</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, i went to catch 'Harry Potter and the Globet of Fire' at a nearby cinema.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to some sort of amazing luck, i managed to get a middle seat right at the back.&lt;br /&gt;However, my lucky streak did not last long. A middle aged lady with 3 kids tagging along sat infront of me and began chatting as though it was their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the movie started,they continued their conversation, obilvious to their surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;To make it worse, they had to narrate every single detail of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you are watching the movie and the guy infront of you goes 'Harry potter, harry potter,harry potter.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had to let the entire world know they were die hard fans of JK.Rowling by naming every single character even before they were announced in the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when the woman, which i presume was their mother told them to shut up , they continued their pointless babble by telling the story to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Lord Voldemort appeared, one of them squealed in horrific delight 'ooo, so scary , i cover my eyes first. I dont want to see.' The other boy beside him followed suit and covered his eyes as well.&lt;br /&gt;"I also dont want to see, very scareee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to Moral Education.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14927514-113331567483888931?l=justforthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113331567483888931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14927514&amp;postID=113331567483888931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/113331567483888931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/113331567483888931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/2005/11/live-narrators_29.html' title='Live Narrators'/><author><name>Leewei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943212339841066547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/firedune/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14927514.post-113229346986153931</id><published>2005-11-17T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T22:00:26.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Erm back, lets get started shall we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a metal doorbell.( Like those u see in Long John's Silver.) But only smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was revising the other night,and someone began ringing my bell. Shortly after that, the person began thumping on my door rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;I swore under my breath as i went out to greet the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the door, a stranger wearing an orange polo T-shirt,with dull lifeless eyes, gazed into mine.&lt;br /&gt;Before i could react to this cast member of " The Land Of The Dead",&lt;br /&gt;he began to rattle in a language i could hardly understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:"Goodeveningwearefromtodaywearesellingice&lt;br /&gt;somethingsomethingsomethingsomethingetcetcareyourparentsathome?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took sometime to process everything before acknowledging this stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Er,no. I do not want to buy any icecream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stared back at me with his motionless gaze and replied with a monotonous "orh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,i closed my door after that of course, i had enough of zombies turning up on my doorstep for one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile,i began to wonder as i resumed to flipping my textbook,how much Ice-cream is he going to sell at this rate?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps out of pity,some guy would purchase ice-cream from him. Perhaps he would return the whole bag of ice-cream untouched and tell his boss&lt;br /&gt;'I duno why no one buy any ice-cream from me.'&lt;br /&gt;"Why are they so desperate for money har?" I questioned my friend online.&lt;br /&gt;'Aiyo,its just ice-cream la, these kids holidays got nothing better to do, so come out jalan jalan lor.Why you so affected?'&lt;br /&gt;"I am not affected, it is just unfair to know that they can get jobs so easily,they are worse than zombies.You know?"&lt;br /&gt;'They dun sell any ice-cream, their business la, you dont need to care de.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperation drives them to take up part time jobs although they do not enjoy a single shit out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who cares about Ice-cream, got pay can liao."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14927514-113229346986153931?l=justforthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113229346986153931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14927514&amp;postID=113229346986153931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/113229346986153931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/113229346986153931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/2005/11/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Leewei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943212339841066547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/firedune/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14927514.post-113033235642920915</id><published>2005-10-26T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T06:12:44.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a break(sort of)</title><content type='html'>Kudos to all who have been reading my blog.I shall stop here and continue blogging after my O's.To those who complaint about my boring layout, pai seh la.... i dont like those starry layouts from search engines and all blogspot can offer me is this kind of boring layouts. Bo bian okae.Therefore i have decided to make my own layout so no one dares to complain again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GooD LucK TO All those Taking Their O's !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14927514-113033235642920915?l=justforthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/feeds/113033235642920915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14927514&amp;postID=113033235642920915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/113033235642920915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/113033235642920915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/2005/10/taking-breaksort-of.html' title='Taking a break(sort of)'/><author><name>Leewei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943212339841066547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/firedune/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14927514.post-112999217051466653</id><published>2005-10-22T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T07:42:50.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dishonest people</title><content type='html'>I was tired and could barely think, i flagged a taxi and went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: ' where you want to go'&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Bedok north ave 4 please'&lt;br /&gt;Him: 'How you want to go'&lt;br /&gt;Me: "How you go then you go lor"&lt;br /&gt;Him: 'OK, I take u go tampines then bedok.'&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ok lor." (Geez, i forgot about PIE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO the taxi goes one big round, goes to tampines road -&gt; bedok reserviour-&gt; past our school -&gt; bedok-&gt;my house.(The route that Bus 15 takes is what he is doing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he took PIE, it would be PIE-&gt;past Expo-&gt;My house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At bedok, just a few stops before the police station&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Eh uncle, at the police station turn right "&lt;br /&gt;Him: ' Ok ok, no problem. Sorry ah boss, I forgot. Take PIE then expo faster' (Ever heard lying through your teeth?You asshat)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Haha,never mind la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we reached my house, the meter was 8.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: ' 8 dollars enough, i take wrong route. Sorry ah' (If he took PIE it would only cost me at most 5)&lt;br /&gt;Him: 'Ya, goodnight, take care'&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ya sure, you too" (Yea, lying through my teeth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst of all, this moron drove his taxi like a Porsche, speeding down roads.He overtook cars that could not match the amazing horsepower of his.He changed gears like a Formula1 racer,shifting them rapidly.What an asshole...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14927514-112999217051466653?l=justforthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112999217051466653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14927514&amp;postID=112999217051466653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112999217051466653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112999217051466653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/2005/10/dishonest-people.html' title='Dishonest people'/><author><name>Leewei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943212339841066547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/firedune/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14927514.post-112997914645743523</id><published>2005-10-22T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T04:05:46.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont you love the events our school hosts?</title><content type='html'>I have no intention to rain on the parade on yesterday's graduation,but wasn't it a little bit too cliche? The welcoming speech, more speeches, some awards,ending late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are certainly not kings or queens,and i can give the benefit of doubt that not many students in our school have parents who hold high or important jobs in the government.But why do i have the feeling that the ceremony was just an event to be done and done with?We each arrived with our own dressing, some grand ,some outrageous and some humble.But we had to endure the swealting heat in our skirts or jeans or long sleeves.(Whatever happened to the fans we used during the mock exams?)We were presented a slideshow with blurry pictures and had no meaning in it.Afterwhich, the principal gave a solemn speech about us?(can't really remember.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no surprise,nothing to anticipate.The ceremony seemed like a last minute plan to get the event running. I really wonder if we will be thanked if the school receives a 'Value Added' this year. Or will they claim all the credit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14927514-112997914645743523?l=justforthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112997914645743523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14927514&amp;postID=112997914645743523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112997914645743523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112997914645743523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/2005/10/dont-you-love-events-our-school-hosts.html' title='Dont you love the events our school hosts?'/><author><name>Leewei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943212339841066547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/firedune/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14927514.post-112902717406625279</id><published>2005-10-11T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T09:09:36.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the heart</title><content type='html'>I only managed to sit down this evening, and took a good look at the 'The Straits Times.' After a hell of a day, the picture at the frontpage overwhelmed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture of Balakot in total ruins,a town with a population of 100,000 reduced to ruble and dust in just a matter of hours.Following the tsunami at 26th december 2004,mother nature showed her wrath for the second time in less than a year in South-East asia.The picture was enough to show the devastation and damage caused.The phrase a picture paints a thousand words fits perfectly into this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was the damage shown, it showed how versatile and weak we are, it showed the grieve and anxiety of parents, the hopeless looks on their faces.The fact that the deaths can never be&lt;br /&gt;repaired or rebuilded like buildings is really saddening.It has been awhile since i have been so emotionally affected by such disasters. Help has not been fully made use of in the affected areas, people are dying due to dieseases,hunger and cold. Worst of all, winter is approaching.(dont you feel lucky?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heartfelt condolences to the victims and those who unfortunately perished in this disaster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14927514-112902717406625279?l=justforthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112902717406625279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14927514&amp;postID=112902717406625279' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112902717406625279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112902717406625279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/2005/10/from-heart.html' title='From the heart'/><author><name>Leewei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943212339841066547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/firedune/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14927514.post-112876922635225075</id><published>2005-10-08T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T02:30:26.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a pity</title><content type='html'>Some people in this world feel that they deserve the utmost respect and attention from everyone.However,while they are at it, they do not realise that they are degrading themselves to the lowest level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i am at a mere age of 16, i have met a variety of people in my life. People who forget entirely who you are although you just met and introduced yourself to. People who are too helpful to extent of being irritating.However, there is a certain kind of people whom almost everybody detests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person would chug down a bottle of 'Ego-booster' everyday before setting off for his day.He would try to demand attention by speaking loudly and acting tough.People hate him,but he dwells in his own world, thinking that he is the undefeatable god. He thinks his muscles are bullet proof and shows them around to the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talks rot and thinks it makes sense but it is infantile.He would give inane replies to the questions teachers lash out at him,saying 'So,i want to be a pornstar.'&lt;br /&gt;He would tell teachers after piercing his ear, 'Its not in the school rule wat, why cannot'. He once said ' Show me the bone of the ear' (Is there a bone in the ear? I always thought it was a cartilage)He thinks it is cool of him to do so but the last thing he expects to get is a mounting negativity towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person loves walking with his hands in his pockets.He would defy the school rules again and again by keeping long and untidy hair. He once asked me 'why your hair grow so slow' and he flicked his infront of mine. He said proudly, 'I wash my hair twice a day, and it grows fast'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I interviewed one person,let us just call him NM. NM said "&lt;br /&gt;oh u noe how he somehow LOVES to make his voice similar to that of a toad,&lt;br /&gt;like a retarded malay."(nothing to do with racial issues)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst of all,this person would hit a girl.People tell him 'You are not a gentleman at all.'But he replies with a defiant ' So?need you to care?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually,nobody would be able to stand this egoistic freak.Although you are a total gay and do not deserve a single speck of respect nor attention, but i dedicate this post to you.Not because i enjoy blogging about you, but it is because people will enjoy reading your immature acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Any other factors i left out? Leave them in comments for me.Thanks.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14927514-112876922635225075?l=justforthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112876922635225075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14927514&amp;postID=112876922635225075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112876922635225075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112876922635225075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/2005/10/such-pity.html' title='Such a pity'/><author><name>Leewei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943212339841066547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/firedune/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14927514.post-112781991964976521</id><published>2005-09-27T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T02:32:17.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers liable to sue students for defamation.</title><content type='html'>A blog, meant for users to express their views and feelings online, is now coming under strict control.Singapore, despite exercising the freedom of speech, bloggers online are now subjected to stringent rules which keeps them on the right track of law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing is, why are we not allowed to vent our daily fustrations on the net.I had no idea teachers actually take their precious time off to read our blogs. Checking for grammar maybe?Maybe some teacher's pet gave the link to his favourite teacher, afterwhich getting a doggie snack from the teacher.Yum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today this teacher **£%&amp;amp;£ me, i wish he would just (*"(*%" off my face.&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say that a teacher reads this and feels incredibly fustrated and decides to sue me.Lets count the number of processes he needs to get to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, he needs to track my IP address and contact the Internet Service Providers for my address.He picks up the phone and calls for eg. to (x service provider) He gets through a series of 'For billing press 1' ' For Subscribtion details,press 2' 'For other related problems, press 3.' And the phone goes 'trooo trooo' for 10 mins before a voice answers.Lets just say he has my address now.He contacts his lawyer, more time wasted.After that, he will contact my school.Hmm, all these just to sue a teenager, I thought the duty of teachers was to educate young minds,we are not seeing much of this here are we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All humans make mistakes. And we would have to atone to our mistakes, see what the students have to say. If what they say makes sense, why not change for the better? If what they are saying is untrue, how will suing them help? How will it help his education?What will you gain from it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me if what i said is baised, but this is what i feel and see from a student's perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14927514-112781991964976521?l=justforthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112781991964976521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14927514&amp;postID=112781991964976521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112781991964976521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112781991964976521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/2005/09/teachers-liable-to-sue-students-for.html' title='Teachers liable to sue students for defamation.'/><author><name>Leewei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943212339841066547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/firedune/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14927514.post-112755122221843437</id><published>2005-09-24T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T01:40:22.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams exams exams</title><content type='html'>Firstly,i have absolutely no idea why i am blogging about exams.Perhaps its because i am delaying in blog posts or its just because i have no other ways to channel my stress and fustration. Either way, lets get started.&lt;br /&gt;I have come up with a list of phrases that you have heard countless times this year.&lt;br /&gt;1)Study hard, if not cannot get into good school&lt;br /&gt;2)Study hard, what will happen to your future&lt;br /&gt;3)Study hard,if not how to find a job&lt;br /&gt;4)Study hard,its your crucial year&lt;br /&gt;5)Stop sitting infront of the computer and study hard&lt;br /&gt;6)If you dont study hard,you will fail&lt;br /&gt;7)Please la, study hard&lt;br /&gt;8)Never mind, no need study hard. Go ITE liao&lt;br /&gt;9)Study hard, look at your cousins.&lt;br /&gt;10)Please go and study hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, study hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14927514-112755122221843437?l=justforthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112755122221843437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14927514&amp;postID=112755122221843437' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112755122221843437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112755122221843437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/2005/09/exams-exams-exams.html' title='Exams exams exams'/><author><name>Leewei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943212339841066547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/firedune/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14927514.post-112692160227782811</id><published>2005-09-16T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T04:41:37.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzz</title><content type='html'>Admist all the buzz about internet blogging and how it helps people to know each other better, three people have been charged to court in the last week for posting racisim comments on their respective blogs.The youngest, aged 17, even posted on his blog that he was 'extremely racist'.(He forgot to add in extremly dumb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blog is for an individual to express his own thougths or feelings about an event or something, it can be an online journal as well.It is reported that by posting racism comments, they are not promoting racial harmony in Singapore. Perhaps this dumb ass blogged for the joy of it, for his friends to have a good laugh about his 'extremly racist' comments.Never did he realise that he was violating the law. This is the 3rd case and it will not be the last. Following this, we will not be allowed to blog on&lt;br /&gt;- the government.&lt;br /&gt;- the people.&lt;br /&gt;- the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we can go Dear blog, i went to school today and met many friends including indians and malays. I am exhilarated !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, time to stop here in case i violate any law.&lt;br /&gt;-Blog for a reason, not for a cause-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14927514-112692160227782811?l=justforthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112692160227782811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14927514&amp;postID=112692160227782811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112692160227782811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112692160227782811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/2005/09/buzz.html' title='Buzz'/><author><name>Leewei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943212339841066547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/firedune/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14927514.post-112669242569485021</id><published>2005-09-14T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T03:07:05.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ferris Wheel</title><content type='html'>SINGAPORE, currently struggling to lure back tourists in the aftermath of severe acute respiratory syndrome, has joined a race to build the world’s highest Ferris wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the city state unveiled plans for £70 million, 170-metre (558ft) Ferris wheel that would swing 35 metres (114ft) above the current world record holder, the London Eye.&lt;br /&gt;Shanghai and Las Vegas have also announced plans to build record-breaking Ferris wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Singapore Flyer", about the height of a 45-storey building, will carry 32 air-conditioned capsules, each holding as many as 25 people.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://thescotsman.scotsman.com/international.cfm?id=703502003"&gt;http://thescotsman.scotsman.com/international.cfm?id=703502003&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taken back aruptly when i saw the news about this ferris wheel,Following that, they showed an artist's impression of what the completed wheel might look like.The wheel overshadowed our esplanade,merlion and it gave me the impression of a giant carnival.MM Lee once said that Singapore needed to be a 'Fun' country to catch up with times. Define fun. Is singapore desperate for another tourism icon?Presumably,yes.Tourists can get a bird's eye view of Malaysia and Indonesia from the wheel, is it me but doesn't all this sound like the Twin Towers in Kuala Lumpur?I can imagine what Singapore will look like after the centralised hub and the wheel is completed.  Maybe roller coasters will spring up sometime after that, followed by other 'fun' buildings. The bungee thing at Clarke Quay, it was supposed to be fun as well, but how many of you have tried it despite its costly price.Even without air condition, the price is sky high, lets not mention the wheel shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14927514-112669242569485021?l=justforthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112669242569485021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14927514&amp;postID=112669242569485021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112669242569485021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112669242569485021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/2005/09/ferris-wheel.html' title='Ferris Wheel'/><author><name>Leewei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943212339841066547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/firedune/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14927514.post-112633107209779689</id><published>2005-09-09T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T22:44:32.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no</title><content type='html'>Another case of human slaughter.It really makes me ponder overthe fact if some singaporeans are being driven to insanity by stress.How can any person be in a clean state of mind if he/she has to butcher a person and still be able to find places to dispose of the carnage? Needless to say , this person either has an unsound mind or has a bizzare habit of seeing blood spill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, he/she has an unsound mind.For eg, A turns berserk and kills B, in the process, A chops B up and the body parts of B are strewn all over Singapore. Throughout the whole slaughter, A has absolute no idea of what he is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad.even though these things are happening, we would never fail to make a joke out of the occasion.We would talk about human curry and other grusome stuff that is linked to such murders.True, this is not something to laugh and joke about. But why is it that we are able to face such inhumane acts with a 'haha' attitude? The furthest we will go is 'poor thing' or ' aww,sad'. Maybe there is really something wrong with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14927514-112633107209779689?l=justforthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112633107209779689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14927514&amp;postID=112633107209779689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112633107209779689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112633107209779689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-no.html' title='Oh no'/><author><name>Leewei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943212339841066547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/firedune/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14927514.post-112558795242714881</id><published>2005-09-01T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T08:19:12.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superstar?</title><content type='html'>Singaporeans who are able to see have proven themselves worthy indeed.5000 Contestants lost to a blind busker.He did sing well, but that was what he was supposed to DO. What about stage presence?His clothings spelt dull,boring and arid.Sorry weilian fans, i cant help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not talent search, its superstar. Nothing else to blog, not in the mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14927514-112558795242714881?l=justforthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112558795242714881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14927514&amp;postID=112558795242714881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112558795242714881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112558795242714881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/2005/09/superstar.html' title='Superstar?'/><author><name>Leewei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943212339841066547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/firedune/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14927514.post-112546748051236934</id><published>2005-08-30T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T22:51:20.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers' Day Celebrations</title><content type='html'>Ever heard of the worst MC contest? Maybe our school can consider including it an inter-house competition next year. For a start, i was treated to sub zero treatment by the MCs,(guys, ever heard of a joke book?Try flipping through it)They seemed to be rehearsing for a speech contest,not hosting an event.Every word they spoke seemed to have undergone a complicated process through their brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some intresting things i noticed about our MCs today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell shiverrrish jokes which turns everyone off.&lt;br /&gt;They seem to be following some sort of computer program that is running inside them,following its every command.&lt;br /&gt;They get more BOooos than claps.&lt;br /&gt;I heard, "Andre! Si ah kua,get down the stage laa!" Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;ps* I am not trying to be cynical but these were really what i heard and saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this inter-house worst MC competition can be included.At the end of the year,there will be a run down of the entire year's MCs hosting different celebrations and the students, will get to pick and choose their favourite "Worst MC".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14927514-112546748051236934?l=justforthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112546748051236934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14927514&amp;postID=112546748051236934' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112546748051236934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112546748051236934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/2005/08/teachers-day-celebrations_30.html' title='Teachers&apos; Day Celebrations'/><author><name>Leewei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943212339841066547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/firedune/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14927514.post-112540103122886860</id><published>2005-08-30T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T07:18:21.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Ways to Spot If People Hate You</title><content type='html'>1.They look away or try to end the conversation as fast as possible just to get away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.They look disintrested when talking to you,but you babble on like no one's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.You realise that all your MSN contacts are "offline" even though it is a saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.People say that you think that you are King of the world. And you really think you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.You are a mere Sec2,you join choir but pretend that you are the greatest basketball player in the world. (Nike and Adidas does not need another spokesman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.You have dated countless girls and dumped all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.You find that you match Point 5 &amp; 6 exactly and starts to swear at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.People say you have an attitude, but you shake it off, thinking it is a positive attitude.(get a life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.You find yourself alone in the cabin of a MRT during peak hour at city hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Your whole class celebrates your birthday by giving you a well deserved Birthday bash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, i am bored. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14927514-112540103122886860?l=justforthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112540103122886860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14927514&amp;postID=112540103122886860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112540103122886860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112540103122886860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/2005/08/10-ways-to-spot-if-people-hate-you.html' title='10 Ways to Spot If People Hate You'/><author><name>Leewei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943212339841066547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/firedune/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14927514.post-112498108341892501</id><published>2005-08-25T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T08:22:35.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs terrorizes sofa set.</title><content type='html'>Lame heading, could not think of a better one. Leave your comments if you know of a better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school has changed the sofa set outside the general office again, reason for it? 7 Dogs appear after school, they sneak into the school compound, and attacks the sofa set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a renactment of the 7 dogs and the sofa set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:55 , School closes, OM2 ( Mr Rosman) together with some cleaners and security guard closes and locks the school gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:10 PM, The sofa set gives off a foul smell that irritates the neighbouring dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00PM, 7 dogs gather around the schoolgate and begin to make their way into the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:15PM, The dogs scout the school compound for leftover scraps of food and other chew-a-ble things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30PM,The seven dogs suddenly turn berserk and start to tear the sofa set apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00PM, Dogs leave the school compound.(CCTV takes everything down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day,&lt;br /&gt;7:43AM,Mrs Tan Ai Lin gives an announcement on the sofa set being tore apart by dogs and blames it on the irresponsibility of the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence,i am sure that after every school day, the cleaners clean up the canteen and patrol the school compound for trash that is left on the floor.What lured these mysterious 7 dogs into the school compound?If the dogs were here solely for food,what made them attack the sofa set? It was said that this is the 2nd sofa set that was broken by dogs,but correct me if i am wrong. Wasn't the previous set made out of wood?There are plently of coffee shops around the school, why scout the school?&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, why would dogs attack the god damned sofa set?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14927514-112498108341892501?l=justforthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112498108341892501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14927514&amp;postID=112498108341892501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112498108341892501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112498108341892501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/2005/08/dogs-terrorizes-sofa-set.html' title='Dogs terrorizes sofa set.'/><author><name>Leewei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943212339841066547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/firedune/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14927514.post-112472508531557373</id><published>2005-08-22T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T07:17:26.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fold a paper heart, and pass it on.</title><content type='html'>Fold a paper heart, and pass it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happen fast, people move on, but memories remain. They settle deep within your heart and mind, waiting to be uncovered one day. These memories start out as pleasant and innocent. However, if you sink deeper into thoughts, you will find out that things were not what they were supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There” I shoved a box of paper hearts into her arms which I spent a weekend on. I was told that this love would never work out. “The both of you are just too different.” I shook those comments off. There was something inside her that captivated me deeply. I was struck with rejection after she returned me the box of hearts. “I am not ready for this, can we just be friends?” A blatant excuse, she never liked me from the start, but as a guy, I had to respect her decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few months, contact was minimal; conversations were occasional and did not last longer than a few minutes. The final school term ended and we moved on to our holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next year, she confessed her feelings for me. “ya, I like you abit too” . We started going out but not for long. Arguments arose, her being over sensitive and me being insensitive to her feelings. “They say you are a flirt” She told me on msn one day. I denied. How could I be a flirt? I had average looks, an average body and an average character. I was always shy in front of girls. How could I be a flirt? “Since it is always my fault, then might as well break up.” I was sick and tired of the blank accusations to care about her feelings anymore. The devil within me took over; we broke up and went our separate ways. However, fate crossed our path and we went back together. The same problems arose. Blank accusations of me being uncaring, insensitive, belligerent, hot-tempered, unreasonable. I was never given a chance to prove myself, I had a strict family and this prevented me from spending time with her. “Do you know how I feel?” she would ask every time I talk to her. I would end up as the losing party every time, she had a trump card. Blank accusations. The guy was supposed to give in and let the girl win. I did, I could not be bothered to quarrel with her. Needless to say, we broke up after a few months. We desperately needed sometime off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the year, we got back together again. Things were blissful this time round, but not for long. When school reopened, the same problems arose. On the first day of school, a friend of mine pulled me to one corner and told me “eh, he going to stead with her le, why u not doing anything??” I was shocked, totally stunned, another guy falling for her? And why did she allow that? Perhaps it is my fault, negligence on my part, I let the matter slide, and I did not want to ruin this relationship. I was a total dickhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why do I feel that you are enamored of her?” She questioned. (For goodness sake, she is your best friend. You should know best.) It was obvious that she was indifferent and oblivious to the care I showered on her, the best I could do. We broke up for the last and final time during March this year. “Let fate decide ba” She told me. Fate my arse,( I never did believe in this sort of shit.)&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few months, we did not contact each other. One day, my handphone rang. It was her SMS. “Hello, very long never find me chat le wor.” I ignored and deleted it. Time flew, before I knew it, we were talking to each other again. However, I knew we could no longer be together ever again; we indeed, had too many differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There came one day, when her chatting windows stopped popping up on my screen even though she was online. Her messages came short and halted half way through even though she was free. So dear friend, whatever which is going on, I do not care. But think of it. Is it worth a friendship just because this is happening?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14927514-112472508531557373?l=justforthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112472508531557373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14927514&amp;postID=112472508531557373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112472508531557373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112472508531557373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/2005/08/fold-paper-heart-and-pass-it-on.html' title='Fold a paper heart, and pass it on.'/><author><name>Leewei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943212339841066547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/firedune/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14927514.post-112398436093142794</id><published>2005-08-13T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T18:52:40.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest holiday you will ever have</title><content type='html'>I saw a documentary titled " The greatest holiday you will ever have" while watching national geographic channel yesterday.The advertisment then showed a baby, in a womb.Surprising?&lt;br /&gt;You spend nine months doing practically nothing except feeding of your mother's nutrients and occasionally growing and developing further.This is indeed the greatest holiday you will ever have and ever enjoy, 9 months of fuss free,stress free lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been hectic as usual, without even noticing it, it has been a week since National day has passed and everybody is back to their usual lifestyle of work and school.Although flags are still flying high in our heartlands, the pride and joy seems to have dissipated after the celebrations and parade.We no longer have the time to enjoy our life, despite the government's urge to spend more time with our families. (&lt;em&gt;when was the last time you had dinner with your family? )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14927514-112398436093142794?l=justforthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112398436093142794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14927514&amp;postID=112398436093142794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112398436093142794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112398436093142794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/2005/08/greatest-holiday-you-will-ever-have.html' title='The greatest holiday you will ever have'/><author><name>Leewei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943212339841066547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/firedune/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14927514.post-112384489303480490</id><published>2005-08-12T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T04:08:13.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cream or Paste?</title><content type='html'>Life is always a blur to me,just like this morning, I almost mistook my facial foam for toothpaste.I was about to squeeze the tube when i realised it wrote 'Biore Facial Foam for men'&lt;br /&gt;Things have been bugging me for the past weeks, i have absolutely no idea what is going on at times and i tend to isolate myself from others.Perhaps it is the stress building up inside me without me noticing it.Or perhaps i am just dreaming, still living in my wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of always, time flies by. No dinner on me tonight, i managed to get a meagre b3 for my Chinese paper. Its nothing much to brag about, infact there is this empty feeling inside me right now.If only i had bothered to study from the start.I was still in my own world, still building sandcastles before the day of the actual exam.G&lt;em&gt;uess i could have done better if i bothered to put in real effort&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14927514-112384489303480490?l=justforthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112384489303480490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14927514&amp;postID=112384489303480490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112384489303480490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112384489303480490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/2005/08/cream-or-paste.html' title='Cream or Paste?'/><author><name>Leewei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943212339841066547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/firedune/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14927514.post-112375776892390141</id><published>2005-08-11T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T04:18:21.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazy days</title><content type='html'>God knows what might happen when i wake up tomorrow, maybe Singapore will be enshrouded in thick haze, or perhaps the god damn wind is blowing away affecting other neighbouring countries besides us.Lets just hope that this "miracle" wind will continue to favour us until the crisis is over.I for one would not like to wake up in the morning,open my windows and stare at a blanket of gray smog.Judging from the view i am getting outside my window now, i guess that it's soon that Singapore gets engulfed in this haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just face it, how much longer can the weather favour us?How long will it be till the wind changes its direction and blows all the haze towards us?When will the media and Ministry Of Health admit and announce that the air quality is below safety level?Perhaps when that happens, school might be cancelled :D But for now,lets just lie back and listen to what the media has to say about the fantastic weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning in a daze,and it sucked,it really did.For the first half of the day, whatever my teachers said turned into meaningless babble. It was not until recess that i managed to pay attention to my surroundings for the first time in the day.After recess it was another string of boring lessons followed by more boring lessons..So the day rattled on until an announcement was made,all Sec4's were to report to the hall.&lt;em&gt; ( Whatever happens next is self explanatory.If&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; manage to get an A, dinner would be on me tomorrow)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when i thought that this meaningless day could not get any worser, it did. My oral examiners seemed to be examining ME instead of how i speak or communicate. I felt like asking them"&lt;em&gt;does my face amuse you so much?". &lt;/em&gt;Perhaps i was the first student they invigilated today,but what the hell was the bloody smile for? When it all ended, i felt like kicking myself as i watched them smile at me. Are there no other expressions in this world rather than smiling and smiling and smiling?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14927514-112375776892390141?l=justforthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112375776892390141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14927514&amp;postID=112375776892390141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112375776892390141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112375776892390141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/2005/08/hazy-days.html' title='Hazy days'/><author><name>Leewei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943212339841066547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/firedune/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14927514.post-112358566224798576</id><published>2005-08-09T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T18:17:19.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed out?</title><content type='html'>A recent flip of the papers had made me realise that the rate of felonious homicide is on the rise. This manslaughter has led me pondering, is this due to the stress of our daily lives? Or is it just human instinct to kill and murder without any justifiable reason behind it. Has years of civil education and moral teachings in Singapore led us to this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is the stress that we suffer from work or school each day, the pressure we face from our superiors, wage cuts. The monotonous mockery we get from our so called “friends" in school, complicating BGR (boy girl relationships) or the excessive homework we receive each day in school. The pace of living in Singapore is fast, way too fast for us to catch up and take a breath. Each day we wake up to race against the time, race against the odds that are against us. However, you have to take note that you are not the only person who is under stress in this god forsaken world. We will have to try to keep up with the pace, or get left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A research has shown that Singaporeans are more likely to blow their tops out of all the Asian countries. Is this due to the lack of recreational facilities? Not at all, there are cinemas,playgrounds,pubs and bars. But we are always too busy to take note of this in Singapore. For us students, its exams after exams. After your graduate from your Primary education, you progress to secondary school with more exams to tackle. Working adults are too busy earning money to provide their whining children with latest gadgets to parade about in front of their friends, while those ungrateful brats squander it like there is no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, try this &lt;a href="http://www.boneland.com/fish/fish-v3/index.html"&gt;http://www.boneland.com/fish/fish-v3/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14927514-112358566224798576?l=justforthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/feeds/112358566224798576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14927514&amp;postID=112358566224798576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112358566224798576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14927514/posts/default/112358566224798576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforthis.blogspot.com/2005/08/stressed-out.html' title='Stressed out?'/><author><name>Leewei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943212339841066547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.boomspeed.com/firedune/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
